author - "Rafiq Sandeelvi"
The Sawdust Is Flying Sparks flicker In wet eyes Flashing shadows crawl In the hallway The sawdust is flying An oxygen tube Affixed to the nostril Corner of the lip smeared in saliva Persistent hiccup Permanent stupor My present is severed from my absent How should I tell what happened Ages ago, our path was the same In the bag, lunch prepared by mother Books and satchel Were the same In the chinks of rafters Sparrows dwelled with us Our chirps were shared The same clothes from the tailor The
Strange Are The Cadres Of Being Suddenly, a visage With a hushed leap Rushed past the mirror Black and yellow stripes Like waves strung together Suddenly, the dressing table trembled The clock’s golden reflection shuddered The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out In the microcosms of blood In the self and attributes Are uncanny secrets In the sieves of faiths and doubts Are a thousand cracks Strange are the cadres of being Just now, I was wide awake Groaning in deep pain Then, how did I drift
The Sawdust Is Flying Sparks flicker In wet eyes Flashing shadows crawl In the hallway The sawdust is flying An oxygen tube Affixed to the nostril Corner of the lip smeared in saliva Persistent hiccup Permanent stupor My present is severed from my absent How should I tell what happened Ages ago, our path was the same In the bag, lunch prepared by mother Books and satchel Were the same In the chinks of rafters Sparrows dwelled with us Our chirps were shared The same clothes from the tailor The
Strange Are The Cadres Of Being Suddenly, a visage With a hushed leap Rushed past the mirror Black and yellow stripes Like waves strung together Suddenly, the dressing table trembled The clock’s golden reflection shuddered The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out In the microcosms of blood In the self and attributes Are uncanny secrets In the sieves of faiths and doubts Are a thousand cracks Strange are the cadres of being Just now, I was wide awake Groaning in deep pain Then, how did I drift